Note, I'm skipping a lot of flavor text and background info, I figure if you're reading a fan fiction about a book, then chances are you've read the book and know, at least in part, that information.
I own none of the characters, not even the OC I made as she is part of the PJaO books and anyone is free to duplicate her for their own stories. Writing a story using characters from published books, I certainly can't complain if someone likes my idea enough to run it in a different direction, but please, no slash.
Rick Riordan and Patricia Briggs own all characters.
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The gun on the cover image is what I based Terry's on. It's a real weapon that fires real shells, shotgun in the case of the gun in the picture. Terry's has more decoration, including an engraving of the Drakkon she killed on the handle (made of Drakkon Ivory) and Greek lettering spelling out "End of Infinity" along the barrel. It's also a lot more powerful, but then, most of the weapons used by demi-gods are.
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A challenge; Mercy Thompson and Dexter
Summary: This is a challenge to my readers, do a story from the show Dexter set in the Miami of the Mercy Thompson/Alpha and Omega universe.
Other details: No non canon pairings, no slash, nor making anyone into Fae or werewolves unless they are in canon, or if there are any Dexter shows where someone thinks or says they are supernatural, than you can make it true. You do not have to include the characters from MT or AaO, just their world.
Please set the story in or right after the first season of Dexter (the only one I've seen as of this writing), unless, like I said, there is a show where someone claims to be supernatural.
What I'd like to see is at least one or two chapters before the werewolves reveal themselves, but well after the Fae have come out. Maybe some flashbacks of his father teaching him how to deal with fae since they would have been outed by the time his training began.
I'd then like the story to go thru the big reveal and have all the cops and Dexter have to deal with the possibility of encountering a werewolf, especially Dexter worrying over it.
Maybe even having Dexter deal with a psychotic werewolf or maybe even a vampire, though either one would be a hell of a fight. Dexter would probably quickly find out about the silver solution used in 'Moon Called' assuming he wasn't one of the ones who knew the open secret of werewolves in the first place (I'd prefer no, unless you can make it good).
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Sorry for the delay, but the book 'Deadly Shores' just came out last week, and I managed to wait till the weekend to start reading it. Like most books in the 'Destroyermen' series by Taylor Anderson, it's hard to but down once you get started.
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Anyone here know how to draw? If so, and you want to give it a go, how about Percy's new combat form. I can visualize it in my head, but I'm not sure I did a good job describing it.
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Adrenalin Crash
Mercy
"And why exactly do you need to tie up a Grey Lord?" Bran asks, "You know what, never mind, call me when you get it sorted. I take it it'll be on the news?"
"Probably" Adam says, "There was high powered, fully automatic gunfire from the house so I can only assume that is why the police are on the way and that the already lurking media will follow."
"Call me when you can." At that, Bran hangs up, and undoubtedly turns on the news, presuming of course that the situation in Atlanta had even allowed him to turn it off.
About that time Terry gets the water turned off and we all notice that there is a giant globe of water floating in midair next to the kitchen on the patio. It's the water Percy had used to form his 'liquid robot' as well as all the loose water from the kitchen. Everything is dry. As soon as the water stops flowing, Percy rules the globe across the ground to the river. As soon as it touches the river, several vaguely humanoid forms jump out and start tearing it to pieces fighting over it as another form walks out and starts skipping towards us, the new Columbia.
Percy turns towards Nico; "Good job, you worked really well with Mr. Hauptman without any time to train or practice together." Next he walks over to Annabeth, kisses her and whispers; "we need to talk" under his breath. He then picks up Terry's gun and walks over to her. "What exactly did you think you were doing?"
I look at Adam, he's back in human form, he's exhausted and Λύκος is back to being a bracelet on his wrist. He's watching the exchange, but not intervening, I'm guessing that he's a wee bit angry at her.
Terry is looking downcast but stubborn; "Percy, those where anti-material, no harm to life form rounds. If I'd accidently hit anyone, it would have just stopped in midair without even scratching the skin. I specifically enchanted them to not even be able to hurt a blade of grass. They can't hurt anything living, it's impossible."
That is…Um, I really can't think of what I should be thinking, but before any thoughts can successfully form, Percy gets right in her face; "SPLINTERS!"
"What?!"
"Splinters Terry! Splinters! If it's impossible for anything living to be hurt by those rounds, how come not only Nico and Mr. Hauptman, but the long tongue man as well, all have injuries from it?"
Long Tongue man? Well, yes, I can see it since they haven't been watching our news.
Before Terry can reply, Percy is talking again. "Splinters, shrapnel, spall, debris, whatever you want to call it! It all amounts to the same thing Terry, hard material moving at high velocity that is quite capable of killing someone. Hades Terry, the vast majority of sailors who died or got crippled in ship to ship combat died of splinters. Almost no one ever actually got hit with a cannonball. It was almost always splinters or high tension objects coming loose when they got hit." He takes a moment to calm himself. "Look, I'm really glad you thought of it. I truly am. I don't think anyone else in your cabin would have. Amphitrite's tits, I didn't even realize you guys could work with firearms, I thought they were banned by the council or something." He hands the gun and shells back to her; "Look, we'll talk about it some more tomorrow, for now, make it disappear before the police arrive."
At that, Adam looks at the river Columbia, the little water girl, not the actual river, unless she is the actual river, then he's looking at her, it's physical representation. And yes, I can feel Adams amusement through our mating bound.
"Yes," he says, "may we help you?"
"No, I was just going to let Lord Perseus know that I had some of my spirits take care of a problem for him and you, and to make sure that it was OK for them to take his former form and incorporate it into themselves."
Adam looks at her; "What?"
"Oh, they just saw Lord Perseus throw the globe of water away to the river. Since he didn't seem to want it anymore, they fought over it to try and claim it for themselves."
Percy looks over at her; "Will that cause you any problems? There wasn't any power in it."
"Oh no, it's just like when some cute guy at the beach that the older girls are drooling over leaves a shirt or something for them to try and keep."
Annabeth starts to giggle; "Percy's got guppies."
"Groupies Featherhead, groupies. And you can have them if you want them. The last thing I want is to have some of Mr. D's cast offs." That comment brings laughter from the kids, but goes right over everyone else's heads.
Adam turns back to her; "So what was the problem you took care of for us?"
"Oh, it's those annoying men in suits who are always pushing people around and waiving badges like River Wardens in people's faces. They were in a rented boat with some of that weird human stuff that lets them listen to what people are saying a long way away. They were trying to get to where they could hear your house so I had some of my spirits capsize the boat and put them ashore down the river on the other side where it's dark and made sure they got lost. I asked the animals in the area to harass and threaten, but not harm them. I also made sure their bang sticks and listening stuff went to the bottom and got buried deep in the mud. I then righted the boat and ran it aground and threw in a bunch of those cans of beverage you humans' drink that make the River Wardens mad and make them arrest you. I don't like the suited men. I hope that was OK."
Translation; she framed some Cantrip agents for drinking and boating and made sure that they were weaponless and had no gear or evidence to use while sending them off lost and embarrassed for several hours. I think I like her.
"By the way Lord Perseus, I'm holding court tomorrow night and I thought I'd invite you and your consort, the 'Lady of Air and Storms.' If you're interested, it's at the 'Palace of Cascades' starting sundown." At that, she skips back to the river.
Percy just groans, but Annabeth looks at him; "You have to go you know, you gave your favor to her, so now you have to go and check on her, and lend her your support in court, or just make sure the other river spirits know you support her. Which I suspect, is what she wants."
"I know Annabeth, I know. I really hope I don't have to do that in every river in the world. Maybe that's why dad occasionally gets mad and destroys boats sometimes?"
"Don't joke, the police are here now. Pretty quick response time!" Annabeth says the last part loudly while watching Warren open the front door for the police.
"Guns holstered!" Warren shouts at the police as they enter, "the fight is over, but tensions are high. You really don't want to be acting in a threatening manner right now."
The three deputies look at Warren for a second, but all of them holster their weapons, one of them calling in a code of some sort over the radio. Warren escorts them into what remains of the kitchen and patio where Ben and Adam are placing Beauclaire (who has yet to regain consciousness or his glamor form) in a chair from the living room that they placed on a sheet brought to them by Rachel, who also has a large container of Morten's salt. They quickly zip tie his hands to the arms of the chair and surround it in a circle of salt. Terry then places an iron chain in a circle around that, followed by an outer circle of salt.
Warren is giving the deputies an edited version of what happened, which is basically; 'we were downstairs talking, fell unconscious, suddenly woke up to the sounds of Adam and other quests fighting the intruder, ran upstairs to join the fight as it was just about over, intruder rendered inert.' Add in a few details like; yes, this is the same being that murdered the senator's son on live TV, yes he's extremely powerful and you really don't want him in your jail, and you're left with several deputies who are way outside their pay grade who are more than happy to let us deal with him, though they're sticking around until their boss arrives or he tells them to leave.
Percy comes in with a glass of water from a bathroom and pours it on Beauclaire's face, halting the fall of the water and returning it again to wash upwards across him an into his nose until he wakes up, and then is careful to make sure the water doesn't disrupt the salt circles.
When he comes to, he looks around to assess his situation. He's incredibly calm all things considered, I highly doubt he had any idea what was in store for him here.
"So, here I am, arrest me."
"For what?" Adam asks; "I haven't yet decided to press charges, and trashed kitchen aside, there's no evidence of a crime, only our word. Of course, there is that whole murdered on TV thing, but let's face it, we all know that you'll be out soon enough, just shadow travel away like you tried earlier, so no, I think we can convince these fine gentlemen and lady, that it'd be best to deal with you here, one way or another. Besides, the whole murdered senator's son thing is now the problem of the State Department; after all, you are a citizen of a foreign country."
"I was unaware that it has been recognized as such."
"Sure it has. The Constitution forbids active military from being used against US citizens on home soil, so the Federal government chose to recognize you the moment they sent active duty Air Force planes to bomb you. So, since that is not in my control, how about we move the discussion to whether or not we kill you, who could legitimately be declared a foreign terrorist, this fine evening?"
"Aw, I see, do I at least get to ply my lawyer training?"
"I'd prefer no, but something tells me, if we want to come up with a way to let you live, we'll have to allow a little lawyering." Seeing Beauclaire's look, Adam adds; "I'd prefer not to have to kill you. We have enough problems right now that war with the fae is not on my agenda unless necessary. You, however, are the one who attacked my home. You must answer for that!"
"Aw, actually no. I was not the one who took aggressive action first, that was the large dog-like creature." He nods towards Ms. O'Leary, who, while still black, is back to a single head and only Marmaduke sized.
Before Adam can respond, Annabeth cuts in; "You lying piece of SHIT! That spell you cast was an ATTACK! We did not want to be asleep at that moment, how did you know we weren't in the process of trying to stop a heart attack, or some other life preserving action, you stupid ass wipe?!" She looks like she's about to attack again, but Percy puts his hand on her shoulder and she calms.
Adam looks at Beauclaire; "She's got a valid point. The only person in the house who was asleep when you came was Mercy. You used magic on everyone else, unless they gave you prior permission, which I did not, then you attacked first. My home, my territory, has been violated by you. You have threatened and assaulted not only me, but my family and quests as well. Nor do I believe for a second, that in a fae court, you'd ever allow someone to do something similar to you and your guests. So, my question to you is; what can you do or say that would allow us to not kill you?"
"Mr. Hauptman, surely you don't think tha…" He cuts off when Nico reaches across his shoulder holding a knife about an inch from his chest. His skin starts to pulse and bruise, and boils and lesions form around were the knife is nearest. "Please remove your weapon."
Nico looks down at him; "But weren't you just about to say something about us not being able to kill you, or perhaps that we wouldn't or that we don't have it in us? Because I assure you, none of us here will hesitate to remove a threat to our friends or us." With that, Nico withdraws the blade and Beauclaire breaths with relief. The deputies are staring at Nico, hands on their guns. The other kids don't care, and the rest of us have grown used to stuff like that throughout the day yesterday.
"Why did you come here like this? What was the point of it?" Adam asks.
"I thought it was the least likely to result in a violent confrontation."
I have to reply to that one; "Good job at that! What, the weak little wife wouldn't be able to defend herself if you made sure the mighty wolves were sedated? Sexiest pig! I'll have you know, I've proven more than once I can handle myself in a fight without all the werewolf powers." After I say that, it dawns on me that for the first time, I let other people carry the combat while I just stayed back and watched. The weird smirk on his face would seem to indicate he noticed as well.
'Let him smirk.' I hear Λύκος say in my mind, 'The less he thinks of you, the more power you will have if he attacks again, and I know him now."
Beauclaire's smirk turns slightly to a frown, I think he noticed something, but can't figure out what, so I just smirk right back, let him guess.
"In any case," he begins again, "I was attempting to retrieve my father's walking stick. It is a fae artifact and should now belong to me if others didn't keep whisking it away."
Now Rachel steps in; "So, your father owned it once, why does that make you believe you should own it now? After all, it would be possible he gave it to another before he died. If that is the case, than it would belong to whoever he gave it to, or their descendants, not you. No, I think that if you truly owned it, you would have said that, and then said someone stole it." I notice that there is a faint green glow coming from her eyes with just a wisp of green smoke as well. Beauclaire is on edge, I don't think any of us would have caught that if Rachel hadn't pointed it out, and he knows that. "Do you truly wish to continue to live this night, you who is known as Beauclaire to many?"
"Yes." He's being hesitant, he has no clue what to expect from her.
"Then you shall repeat after me. When I say 'swear upon' you will say 'I swear upon' understood?" When he nods she continues; "Now, I know that you've never given anyone who is a mortal your true name, so for the purpose of this oath, when you say 'I' you will be revering to yourself and it shall be as binding as if you gave your true name. In a single word, answer yes or no to if you accept that?"
He hesitates, but says; "Yes."
"Good, now repeat after me; I do hear by swear that this entire conflict was my own doing and fault. I accept all blame and responsibility for said conflict, and any repercussions, obligations or penalties shall be mine alone to endure. I shall answer all questions put to me by those assembled here truthfully without attempt to disguise my meaning or deceive with wording. I will carry no grudge, and take no action now or in the future for what has transpired. Nor shall I allow others to do so. Nor shall either I or others take action against those of us assembled here, or the descendants of those assembled for any or no reason. A time, beyond time shall pass, than a time beyond time shall pass again and throughout this oath shall bind. Swear upon your power. Swear upon your standing with the fae. Swear upon the River Styx."
As he repeats each part, he's looking at her more strangely. Her eye glow becomes stronger has she goes on until it is practically green flames coming out her eyes, and I can't help but get the impression that something is feeding her information on what to say.
When he completes the oath, I can feel magic slam down on him, binding him in a way that I've never felt before, and I'm not sure he has either. He does not look confortable.
I go up to him; "I told you, the next time I talk to Coyote, I will ask him of the stick. I will make no promises beyond that. He is far more powerful than me, and should he choose to keep it, I can have no control. If he should decide to return it to me, I will need to have a way to contact you."
"I agree," he says, "but I think that this is not the time or place to discuss that." He nods to the other room, were the number of police has grown to eight or nine. "I shall arrange a way to contact me tomorrow."
"Very well, contact us tomorrow. We will arrange a meeting for a reasonable time to discuss things further, and to ask all those questions you get to answer now." Adam is smirking himself now, with that, he kicks the chain and salt away and cuts the bindings.
Standing up, Beauclaire looks around; "We seem to have caused some damage to your abode."
Adam looks at him; "WE! 'All blame and responsibility' remember?"
"Hah, yes. I assume then that I shall be setting up an account to reimburse you for damages? Talk to you later." With that he disappears.
Now, we get to deal with the police.